The look you possess shines like the wind’s light.
The light that can only be found in rainbows at night
Your mists engulf my face as silent whispers surround my tongue.
The colorful scent you own is sweeter to my sight than any fantasy.
Oh, how I wish I could grab your colored aroma and record its flavor.
But Mister Sandman of my Twilight Zone would hate me then,
For I’d never fall asleep from listening to your music.
Yet I’m always dreaming.
So I don’t give a bam-wham-boom about what he’ll do.
The feline loves her chase after the canine.
The rough beats of soulless creatures are found in each constellation,
Making clay out of cotton.
Ignore the typical dances and come fly with me into space.
You know you’ll always have your Pussycat near by,
For Kitty Catsy will never leave your side.
Her glares haven’t been broken yet.
There is no fight that the pictures speak of,
Piikaa al chuutoot laa glee fantaay aboo doomee
For the spirits of her realm always mend her fangs.
So come with your tail between your legs and dance the tango with me.
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